And while she's doing that, my lovely boys have already done basically all that I want them to do, so I figured they could chat.
"So dad, I like comic books."
"Really son? I LOVE comic books! Let's nerd out together! I LOVE nerding out!"
Echo had a few more potions to make, so I had Felix start training Dagan in fishing rather than watching them autonomously talk about Comic books over... and over... and over...
"BUT WE LOVE COMIC BOOKS!"
Of course...
"Anyways, son, always remember to put the bait on the hook before casting your line. I tried doing it after once and it only resulted in me getting worms on my face and then I was missing my pants and I got lost."
"Well, father, that's more information than I will ever need to know. Thanks."
"You're welcome, so now about the way you should throw your rod..."
Echo finished her potions and we returned home to life back on the normal pace!
Oh, and to FOXGLOVE.
I'VE MISSED YOU GORGEOUS.
"Aw, thanks Watcher, I didn't even know you guys left..."
Yeah, that's the beautiful part of stopping time to go on vacation!
You need to be a mom.
"I'm not sure about that..."
LEIF. FIX THIS.
And...
YES. CHIMES. FOXGLOVE FOREVER.
After that was all taken care of I had Foxglove run a very important errand now that it was after 3 in the afternoon.
"Hello? Yes. I'm looking for your sister."
"She's inside."
"Cool, thanks."
"Hi, I'm Foxglove, I'm going to be your aunt-in-law here soon. You're really pretty and us pretty people have to stay together, according to the watcher. Let's be friends?"
"Uhm... we just met."
"Oh, right. WATCHER?"
Here you go, dear. (Moves friendship potion over from Echo).
"There. Besties. Now come home with me."
Yolanda's father was walking in as Foxglove and Yolanda were leaving.
"See ya later, gramps. I'm stealing yo' kid."
"MY BABY."
"You've got two others. It'll be fine."
"Oh, that's fine then."
DAGAN. GET YOUR TEENAGE-ANGSTY BUTT UP HERE RIGHT NOW AND SAY HELLO TO YOUR WIFE.
Dagan sighs. "Where is she?"
"Did you get in a fight with a wardrobe and lose?"
Mess this up and I kill you.
"I mean, hi, I'm Dagan."
"Sorry, I was too busy ducking from the knives sticking out where your cheekbones should be."
Dagan smiles. "You. I like you. Let's be friends. HEY, MOM!"
"CHECK YOUR POCKET."
"Right."
"There. Friends. Apparently we're supposed to get married."
"Awkward."
"Yeah, I don't feel anything for you either."
It's either her or her sister. She's closer to you in age.
"Well, you know what that means?"
You'll date Yolanda?
"Time to meet her sister."
(Head falls on desk).
"Hey, I like to know my options."
Oh, so NOW you're picky.
"Selective. We'll call it selective."
So, picky?
"Hi, I'm Julie."
Dagan says nothing.
"Do you want to come in?"
Dagan walks inside.
The watcher grumbles. I TOLD you. Nobody listens to -ME- though...
Dagan waves the watcher away, yet I do not listen.
"Ugh! Go pick on my dad!"
"WEE! I LOVE BEING AN ADULT."
This was enlightening.
Now this actually IS enlightening! Congratulations Echo!
"Phew! All done with that nonsense! How's my son doing?"
Oh good! I'm going to go check.
All seems to be going well here.
"I got a girlfriend!"
Yay! You know what that means?
"Celebratory Pillow-Fight?"
NO! Random death!
"Wait... what?"
If you look closely, you can see the soul of Yolanda's little sister being crushed as her pet is taken.
"Well, crap. What do I do?"
What Nixes do best.
"There... there... uh... death... happens... and stuff?"
"Thanks, babe, I feel better."
Wow, that actually worked?
"Wow, that actually worked! Let's go pillow-fight now! It's tradition."
LOOK, HE CAN SMILE. HIS FACE DOESN'T CRACK.
"Hey this is pretty fun!"
"Take THAT."
Selective. Pfft.
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